My beautiful stone fairy

I could see it the first time I looked at her face. She didn't love him, she didn't love anyone but herself. Not that I could say anything. Leaning on my stone toadstool clutching the flowers that would never wither. He had stopped to look at me, I had tried with all my might to... Continue Reading →

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